When I got home that evening, Adrian was already standing at my door.
"Mandy, I was wrong, okay? Does your stomach still hurt?" As he spoke, he reached out to touch my stomach.
I frowned and stepped back instinctively to avoid him.
"Mandy?"
I looked at him, my heart heavy and worn out.
"Adrian... do you still want to go through with this marriage?"
A flustered expression crossed his face.
"Of course I do. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again. Just give me a chance, alright?"
I stared at him coldly.
Good, that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
"I'm really tired today. We can talk about this another time."
Adrian braced his hand against the door frame, trying to step inside, but I blocked his way.
"Mandy, add me back first. Don't be like this... it scares me."
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